Blacc Hollywood Album Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa


Wiz Khalifa Lyrics

Blacc Hollywood Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Hope

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Way before your time the world knew this would happen
Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you
As you were brought into this world
You tried to find out about your surroundings
The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air
The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should always remember
Authentic is
Due to the choices you make for yourself
It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget
But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means
Us [?] one of your greatest attributes
Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being
And money, well, I know you know how to get money
I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it
Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne
Spillin' it on the couches
Me and my niggas deserve this shit
We was there for the come up
I am Blacc Hollywood, I live Blacc Hollywood

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest lookin' cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of draws cause she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong
Hop out and walk through the back, so high I don't know where I'm at
Them bitches get open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action
Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns
She get them dollars out them niggas cause she ain't lookin' for love
Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up
Hope you ain't a [?] cause she ain't lookin' for cuffs
In the club spinnin' [?] she in your face, you think it's love
Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough
Money, clothes, and drugs, that's what bitches love
Rollie cold as f*ck, that's what bitches love
Back to the topic, pop that ass and please don't stop it

[Hook]

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
That's no love, that's no love
That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck
You ain't give her what she needed, and she ain't lookin' for love
Homie she don't want no flowers, only make her cum

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Poppin' ass, kinda naughty, met her ass at the party
Took her to the after party, drink some gin off her body
Spend some ends, now I'm going in
Took her and her friend, hit the skins
Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm Korean
Shots of gin, that's what all this juice is for
In Blacc Hollywood, that's my newest car
I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty
Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties
Nothin' lower, come f*ck with a stoner and get stoned

[Hook]



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We Dem Boyz

Yea, ay
Yea, ay
Yea, boyz
Yea, hol up, hol up

[Hook:]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1:]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle (pop a bottle)
Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck and swallow (if you suck it)
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow (they gon follow)
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)
Pussy must be serious (hol' up)
Scared of heights come face your fears (hol' up, hol' up)
Do it just like Nicki go'n n bend it over (bus' it wide)
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner (smoking now)
Young nigga but I'm ready (but I'm ready)
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy (you sexy)
And white girls gimme becky (Becky)
But first I gotta roll this joint, babe, Hol up, hol up

[Hook:]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Oh My Gosh, that was amazing!

[Verse 2:]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
Number 1, bitch you can't replace me (can't replace me)
Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me (why you playin)
You got a ass so fat let's make a baby (And another one)
Damn, I'm smokin weed in my mercedes
Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race?
Ho, bitch you ain't come up from so why you showin up?
I'm takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol up, man did you see her interior?

[Hook:]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz



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Promises

Say baby, Imma wake up for you
Imma have my way with your body
And when I'm done touching you
I bet you won't wanna
Give yourself to nobody
Baby when the lights go out
It's like we're the only ones
And I already feel it now
It's like you're the only one
Only one who knows just how
How to make the time stand still
We're caught in the moment

[Hook:]
So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment

Smoking one and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I'm finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is automatic
Put you in it, now you tweaking
I can nab you for the weekend
Rolling up and going up
I'm smoking weed and pouring up
I take that money, hold it up
I take your legs and fold em up
I take my time, I break it down
I tell you not to make a sound
I take that KK and pass it round
Your clothes keep dropping to the ground

[Hook]



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KK

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours
I'm talking straight indo
Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman
Kush seed straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Put it in a joint, not a blunt
Don't disrespect mine, player
This not the two, this the one
Don't even need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting up the cake and

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price
If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights
You gon' need some new lungs, rolling up a blunter for em
While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon taste
Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking
Trap the semi sum under reggie foot up in his colon
Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with
Your life ain't worth a motherf*cking quota, what you paying with?
Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil
Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil
Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway
Blow my high, motherf*cker, I'm a shoot up like an AK

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
My white house higher than Willie Nelson, on dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like elroy jetson
I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee
Whole pound of grandaddy, but he ain't no kin to me
(I'm staying with the greens light color)

[Hook]

[Outro: Juicy J]
Blowing Khalifa kush [x4]

Writer: James Scheffer
Copyright: Lyrics © Jimipub Music, Emi Blackwood Music Inc.


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House In The Hills

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got no time for the conversations or funny shit
Nigga, only the reals who I get my money with
Used to turn on the TV, see what I want
And now the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in
In the 6-2, almost 26
And every nigga that I'm with got a zip
I look at this shit as one big table and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit
They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public
You young, black, then you thuggin'
What they don't talk about the kid that came from nothin'
Who stuck to what he believed in and turned himself to something great
They should use that story to motivate
But instead they'd rather focus on the fact that he's a pothead
Not the fact there's not a lot where I lived
25 and not dead

[Hook:]
I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
The man that start what they knew and they ain't [?] away
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You make a little money, take care and right yourself
And people start coming up with they hand out
People take their stresses and make them yours
Well that's just what comes with being a man
I try to do all that I can to make sure that
My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been through
But in life we all got our own path
Don't understand that by now you won't begin to
Cop another Rollex or Porsche try and get even with me
Pulled up to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple million and fast too
They ain't teach a young nigga that in the classroom
Or how to make your people better by taking knowledge and spreadin' it
Not being in the game but ahead of it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk stumblin', never will I tumble far from grace
I'm one of them under-celebrated greats
Under the influence of what Uncle Snoop threw me
Soon as I stepped off the plane
Switchin' four lanes like Jay and Jermaine
Killin' beats, visitin' grave sites and pissin' champagne
I been in the crib enjoying my hobbies
Suckers figured this'll be the perfect time to try me
Try me
Assumptions that I'm lunchin', gettin' sloppy
I'm just gettin' better, seasoned veteran
Eagle eye perspective, scope before I go in
Come out with the whole hen
A dollar and a dream
Have a house on the hill and the world on a screen

[Hook]



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Ass Drop

Goddamn, Goddamn
How the hell you get all that ass in them pants?
How you drinkin' and you ain't got no glass?
Now you came in here and you ain't got no man, what
Damn, to me you look perfect
Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it
Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt
Girl I go so deep in that pussy while he just hitting the surface
What is you sayin'?

[Hook:]
Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend everything
You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend everything
If you've got an ass like the girls in the videos, go and bring it my way
Ass so big it could swallow up a stripper pole
I ain't playin', no I ain't playin'
Bust it down on me I need it, throw it a boss wanna see it
Just give me a call and I'll beat it
I'll be all where your seat is
Mary Jane got me moving slow, I blow that by the (ounce)
Uh

[Hook]

Got a fat ass go 'head
Shake that shit
[x4]

[Hook]



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Raw

[Hook:]
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm...

[Verse 1:]
Rolling joints like Ice Cube, living raw like payday
Get a pound by next friday, get me gone and i'll be faded
And they say i got that raw, yeah i got that Slim Shady
They be running for that pure, Yelawolf that MGK
I got a house like Scarface's, got a car that win races
Got some KK in the jar, know it's raw when you taste it
Eating sushi with my broad, order raw when you place it
Niggas say that they want war, I'm the wrong one to play with
Riding round, blowing pounds, so much loud
On a cloud, roll up now, throwing thou's
In the town, how it sound
Really do some for the game when they started stealing your style
Bring the kush, it's going down

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas over doing shit, I just give it to a broad
Drinking Bombay, straight buying bottles from the bar
Book aflight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stores
Got that ODB cause they say they like it raw
I got a four fifty inch, in the hood up my car
It sound like a dinosaur, you should hear when it roar
I let Tuki hit the wax, you was sleeping on the floor
Hear a nigga talking shit when we creeping through your door
Her homegirl said she wanna leave with her best friend
She gon' suck it like a straw
I got dollars, I got diamonds, plus I blow it by the onion
I'm a give it to them raw

[Outro:]
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm living raw



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Stayin Out All Night

[Hook:]
I had so much champagne up in the club
And I ain't come up here and I ain't looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

[Refrain:]
Now we rollin' on, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting drunk, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Crashing a party, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting this money, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Leaving all my problems at the door
Pouring up, soon as you think it's enough they bringin' more
Hanging onto what niggas told me "get your paper up"�
You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you
All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate
All my niggas in the game, we talkin' 'cause we been through it
Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded
If I get back to your spot, won't know how I made it
Now I made my way in the game
So much money, don't know how a nigga stayin' the same
I'm too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain
I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane
Came here to spend it not leave with it
Like KK rolled up, let my team hit it
So long babe, let's sip 'til it's payday
That f*ck shit don't play
[Laughs]

[Hook]

Yeah, keep the good times rollin' and the champagne pourin'
On the plane and I don't know where I'm goin'
Make sure my team keep ballin' and the hoes keep callin'
And the money keep fallin' on the floor
Where you tryna go, only care about what's in your drink
You tryna go hard, don't think about tomorrow
Don't care about what people think
You don't care about waitin' outside
You be with everybody up in the front
You yelin' "ass up, face down"� up in the club
And now we turning up (let's party)
I'm in the club rolling weed like I'm Marley
Smoking dearly departed
That's kill, too real, come to me get it started
The bottles be poppin' like its 4th of July
We just pourin' them shots, back shooting courts in the sky
Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys
Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas
Hear niggas talking shit, but they ain't my niggas

[Refrain]

[Hook]



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The Sleeze

This here I'm going insane, mental disease
Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach
Bout to cop so many chains, lil Mr.t
Doe boy she give me brain, she needed degree
She dropped it to the floor, she did it for the cheese
Told her that I need some more, she did it with sleaze
Clique full of G's
And they go ape, don't swing through the trees
Tried, them triggers will squeeze
Did it with sleaze
And your wifey love a nigga with sleeves
Hit it and leave
I ain't stressing, when will you niggas believe
Shit is a breeze
Give me the keys

[Hook:]
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Ain't too much hustling
Get it go straight to the bank, my nigga I can't get enough of it
Ashes all over my jeans, if this shit stank I'm puffing it
Trying to do shit just like Puff did it
Dirty ass game, ain't no loving it
That nigga hates, bitches lovin' it
They say I run the game
Got fortune, f*ck the fame
My garage is like a showroom, couple ounces in my brain
Damn she fine, niggas can be
Buy me all the newest things, my dick is for free
Everywhere I go, my weeds in it
My crew-necks reps jeans with it
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Take your ho, spend cheese with us
Everywhere I go, my weeds in it
My crew-necks reps jeans with it
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Taylor Gang, we beast with it

[Hook]

Taylor Gang
If you real badass, you know what I'm talking bout
F*ck the rules, we make our own
I'm my own bars
I count my own money
I fire the f*ck out of you niggas If I feel like it
And I'm sleazy as hell
Feel me?

[Hook]

Writer: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eric Dan, Cameron Thomaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Pgh Sound, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Idlabs Worldwide Sound, WB Music Corp.


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So High

First thing uh huh, wake up out a dream uh huh
Grab a lighter uh huh, something I can steam uh huh
Bong rip uh huh, make sure its clean uh huh
Smoke sesh uh huh, nigga what you need uh huh
In my car uh huh, cruising down the street uh huh
So stoned I'mm need something to eat uh huh
No tray uh huh, ashes on my seat uh huh
High up uh huh, Taylors on my feet uh huh
Cloud 9 uh huh, going through my mind uh huh
Take a toke uh huh, hold it 'til you choke huh uh
Moving forward uh huh, cruising on my board uh huh
Still got more uh huh, burn it to the shore uh huh

[Pre-Hook:]
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, f*ck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherf*cker)
I get so high, I get so high
I get so high, I get so high
(and I be higher than a motherf*cker)
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, f*ck around and never come down
(High than a motherf*cker)
I get so high, I get so high
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherf*cker)

[Hook:]
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Tell that nigga use a grinder for that weed uh huh
And tell him "roll another joint don't fall asleep" uh huh
Smoke peace uh huh, pipe like a chief uh huh
Heard you got a cheaper price for that reefer huh
What you need? Uh huh, never find a seed uh huh
Take a dab uh huh, straight THC uh huh
For the highest in the room look at me uh huh
Somewhere in the clouds that's where we wanna be uh huh
Got you shook uh uh, not just for the look uh huh
Half the day uh huh, rolled the whole book uh huh
Drive slow uh huh, floating by the O uh huh
Eyes low uh huh, everybody know it damn

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

Growing up uh huh, never gave a f*ck uh huh
Pulling out the 62 and showing up uh huh
Twenty-six, guess that mean I'm growing up uh huh
Pouring up uh huh, all my niggas rolling up
Making sure that...

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

Writer: Cameron Thomaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Pgh Sound, WB Music Corp.


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Still Down

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
All my niggas is day ones
I only f*ck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, they can't believe I'm still here
Made a million dollars but I wouldn't replace it for nothin'
A lotta niggas been killed here
I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public
A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block
When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block
But f*ck it, I'm in my whip pushing buttons
I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'
Uh, and they still down
Got no love for them pussy ass motherf*ckers, cause they still clowns
Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home
Me and my watch, both real stoned
Pour some G in, man it's all about the [?]
New Ferrari or a Benz
Get a joint and hold it in
And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks and yeah they still with the shits

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Yeah, Taylor Gang, chevy
Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike
They see us and imitate what they want to be like
What's hand and hand to them J's next day on the flight
Shit, where I'm fun if you're out too late then you're playing with your life
Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in Brazil
My day ones'll see about you for me for real
And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement
Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it
Hate us so much that I'm cakin', I ain't mad at them at all
Just know about this dough, don't make or make you a John
Huh, the same ones that been A1's
A few niggas gone act different when that change come
Yeah, horsepower from that [?] vision
It's taylor gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business
Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid
Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a build-a-bear

[Hook]

Still down, down, down, down, down
All day errday I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
We stay down, down, down, down, down
All day errday they say we wouldn't make it
It's just me and my niggas
Just me and my niggas

[Hook]



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No Gain

We started?
I've got so much, so much shit to do, don't even know where to start
Be here forever..
I think that's the plan, yanno?
Start here, end up there
Soon as you think something's goin' on you start back over
It's never gonna be the same
I ain't complainin' though
I really wouldn't have it any other way
NIGGA

Every day you wake up your destiny depends on what you dAnnotateo
Sometimes I roll up when I'm stressed out and sometimes I roll two
Here people sayin' shit about the way I am but I know that ain't true
At times I feel like I'm all by myself and I know you do too
I made some phone calls and checked emails cause I'm always grindin'
Ain't no rush, I do things slow cause it's all about timing
Some people think when you get to this point in life you've made it
I've seen so many settle for less, that's when talent get wasted
I ain't there, but if I can I'mma try to be perfect
And for those that's ridin' with me, I'mma try to make it worth it
I drink too much, im into weed, cause it's better for the stress
I just woke up, I don't get sleep, boy my schedule's a mess

[Hook:]
Man I work hard [x4]
It ain't no game (no pain no gain) (ain't no gain without bein' no pain) [x3]
(no pain)
Man I work hard

Just left another one
Just wrote another one
Just got another check
'Bout to thumb through another one
Fallin' asleep on the plane, [?]
Them nigga holdin' it down, don't care if it make you uncomfortable
Hardly spend nights at the crib, homie that's just how I live
Don't even go hard for myself, I got a wife and a kid
I don't ever question the biz, nigga it is what it is
You niggas ain't killin shit, no you niggas ain't killin shit
What they doin it ain't nothin'
[?] nothin'
Call my phone, it ain't nothin'
I smoke a lot but don't judge me
Probably wake up earlier than all of you niggas
Maf*ckas always hate on the squad, but all the hatin' maf*ckas ain't get paid

[Hook]



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True Colors

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa (Nicki Minaj)]
Taylor Gang, let's get it
(Young Money)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
There's some people coming with me and I know who they are
And some that ain't gon' make it and I know who they are
And I know they ain't gon' like it but it's quite alright
I ain't need no one my whole life, and I done alright
I can do bad by myself, these days you never can tell
But the people who been with me and they know who they are
Yeah they know my true colors and they see what they are

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
All I do is smoke weed and get paid
That jealousy I can see in they face
That green is all that I make, call it fate
Or call me perfect with timing
Call me crazy, don't call my phone
Call me covered with diamonds
Call me boss man, young Khalifa man
I was on the ground when y'all wasn't sticking to the plan
Learn the game just like the back of my hand
Back in demand, back with them bands
She on her back, back of the Benz (God damn)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I said, "Baby we made it", even though niggas hated
Did everything I stated, I am so innovative
All my girls getting faded and all my whips candy painted
Call me Nicki M. Ali, these bitches know I'm the greatest
Cause I pull up in the white
Pull up with the black
Pull up in the back
Pull up with some niggas that be yellin' back
Have the hella best fans, hella wet sands, hella jet plans
Married to the game they don't need a best man
They know I'm a mogul for real
I branded a color, pink is the color
Can't wait to unveil the pink print cover

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Yeah, yeah cause that's my true colors
Yeah, yeah cause that's my true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Always been, always was
The one who win, ain't tryna take a loss
Counting faces, spending faces
Being faceless, look at they faces
Real that's my true colors
Rich that's my true colors
If you a real nigga, let's get it, let's get it
If you a rich nigga, let's get it, let's get it

[Hook]

[Bridge]



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We Dem Boyz (Remix)

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer
Bitch we dem boys, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 no appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field
On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills
They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains
I'm so high up in the sky that my i won't get no service
Democracy be the dope, community in the choke
The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote
Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser
I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
From Fig row to the airport to them Iceland hoes
Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows
Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up, stunt more
And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow
Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this
Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit
Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol up, hol up, this game we play, you can't control us
Hol up, hol up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up
Hold up, hol up, my bitch her shape like Coca-Cola
Hold up, hol up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 3: Nas]
I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me
How do I define Nasty? Ghastly
Explain Esco
Plain and simple - with a redbone in the Benz'o sippin' XO
From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one
The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man
Jungle's brother
Girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers, understand
I shine before ya'll time
I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes
When dinner time and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga
Mass Appeal, history, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe
Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate
Fresh up outta cell to the seats of private planes
Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape
Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight
Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank
Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played
Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case
We Dem Boyz

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]



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You And Your Friends

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J's, flying with the stars
Don't gotta ask the price 'cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
With you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain't really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain't hating

I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg:]
I'm parked outside in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y'all, more y'all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirt dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I'm looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball



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On Me

(Target Bonus Track)

Whats up
What's happenin' Jeezy?
I just touched down
These hoes on me Jeezy for real

[Hook: Jeezy]
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole 30 grand, blew the whole key
When I fell up in the spot, the 40 on me
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
What I'm supposed to do
These bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do
These haters on me
What I'm supposed to do
These bitches want me

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
There be no hatin', no fakin', no lyin', no snitchin'
You play with it, you go there, you cross line, I'm trippin'
Them [?] try long clips, I'm going straight loco
You dead broke, I'm world wide, you loco
I'm grindin', I'm stuntin', I'm flexin'
Them bitches you came with? They all in my section
They smokin', we drinkin', they turnt up, they simpin'
She spilled Don P on me, I said bitch you trippin'
My weed costs, my belt costs, my jeans cost a grip bitch
And you know that four cal is right here on hip bitch
Two door cost half mil that there be rich shit
Don't know me? You hate me? That there be bitch shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh my God look what I just bought
Another Presidential Rollie don't ask what it costs
And you might get lost, come into my crib
I'm just a young nigga gettin' it how I live
I'm supposed to stackin', supposed to be grindin'
Supposed to be swaggin', supposed to be shinin'
Supposed to be way up ahead of my game
While you in back, or stuck in the line
Spendin' this cash, I'm in this bitch rollin' my grass up
Clubs so packed in there can't no one get past us
Oh, I'm with my whole crew
Spent 30 thousand in the club that's what I'm supposed to do
Say f*ck the chase, I drink it straight like what I'm supposed to do
If you made what I make a show you'd prolly throw it too

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I told a bitch to bring her friend like what I'm supposed to do
I bought a bottle, drink it straight like what I'm supposed to do
I hit the club on hella hoes like what I'm supposed to do
And VIP be rolling drugs like what I'm supposed to do
You see me drivin' foreign cars like what I'm supposed to do
A hundred deep up in this bitch can't see me rollin' through
This nigga trippin', took his bitch like what I'm supposed to do
A young rich nigga, I'm buying for my whole crew
And I'll serve a nigga pound if he roll through
Real niggas with me and they well known too
And if I'm smokin' one you best believe she smokin' too
A million dollars worth in one summer's what I'm supposed to do

[Hook]
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